Snowy had snuggle down to the bottom of the bed under the covers. Then a dog barked in the early AM. He jumped to attention… well, he tried to jump. In reality, the blanket and sheets didn’t allow him to jump as much as they allowed him to try to stand upright. He did not succeed. The dog outside continued to bark… apparently some of my neighbors get up early to go to work… and Snowy felt absolutely obliged to go bark back. So he tried to get out from under the covers to go bark. Only he couldn’t find his way out. He woke me up when the outside barking first started and I was now fully awake watching this lump at the bottom of my bed moving frantically around trying to find any opening possible before his barking response was too late to be effective. When he couldn’t find an opening, he barked while under the covers. Barked and barked. And I did my best to not get hysterical laughing. Then I lifted the covers so he could get out and instead he looked at me as if to say, “Too little, too late”, and curled up and went back to sleep.
My life is never boring.